Feeling Safe With Danger

I tried to fight back but his grip on me was too firm. His hand was now pressing into my hip, sure to leave a mark. He brought my back up to the outside wall of the restaurant. What scared me was his carelessness, he didn’t care that someone could walk out at any moment and find us, he was too determined to use me for his own benefit. I felt a cold hand against my bare stomach. He snuck it underneath my shirt as he pinned me harder to the wall with his hips. He trailed upward. I began to scream into the icy hand, my fits of tears uncontrollable. His lips went to my ears, my spine chilled at his cold, creepy breath.
“Having fun, sweetheart?” He hissed.
My eyes went wide as his hand cupped my breast, thankfully still covered by my bra.
I wished Harry would come out. For once, I actually wanted to see him. As I stood there, pinned against the wall, wishing for Harry, Andrew was ripped away from me.
I fell to the ground, trembling at what had just happened.
I looked up to see Andrew on the ground, trying to cover his face, as a tall man was repeatedly kicking and pounding punches into his defeated body. The man had curly hair. The man was the guy I was wishing for.
Harry came to my rescue.
I was shocked as Harry’s rage was out of control. I then realized I needed to stop him before he literally beat the life out of Andrew.
“She’s mine! How dare you touch her! She’s mine!!” Harry growled into Andrew’s face.
“Harry!” I screamed.
He ignored me, continuing to tell Andrew, “She’s mine. Stay away from her!”
I screamed his name again this time adding an urgent please.
He stopped, and focused on me. Andrew managed to crawl away and run towards his car. I began to cry again, my body shaking.
Harry barely took notice of Andrew because he saw me crumbled to the ground, cheeks drenched from tears. The look on his face was of horror. His green eyes were wide with pain, he was hurt to the core. I had never seen Harry so vulnerable looking. His lips opened up, ready to speak, but he clamped them shut.
I noticed the blood dripping from his hands. I was scared of his capabilities, and I was scared of his obvious anger issues that ended in wounded victims. I was scared of his reputation. Ultimately, I was scared to death of him.
I got up on my feet, my legs shaking beneath me. I knew the area around me. Andrew’s car skirted around the parking lot, before quickly taking off. Harry turned to watch in disgust as he whizzed off into the distance.
I knew where I wanted to go, and I took the distraction Andrew provided for Harry as the opportunity to get to the place.
I ran.
I ran hard.
I heard Harry call my name multiple times, his voice was full of hurt. Why was he hurt? I just didn’t understand it. Was he hurt because he hurt his friend, Andrew? Or was he horrified at what Andrew had done to me? What if the whole thing was a scheme, could Andrew and Harry have plotted some elaborate plan? But what was the purpose? To see me squirm? The hurt in Harry’s eyes couldn’t have been acting. The was raw emotion. I was confused. Harry didn’t care about me or respect me, I knew that from experience. At least, I thought I knew that.
I found myself running towards Georgia’s house. I repeatedly glanced back, I finally managed to lose Harry, taking many twists and turns along the way.
She opened the door, her eyes growing wide at my disturbing appearance.
I couldn’t bring myself to tell what happened. All I could do was text my mom about my current location, wash away my worry temporarily under Georgia’s shower, and cry myself to sleep.

-----Next night-----
I called in sick at work. I wasn’t actually ill but there was no way I could it make it through the day at work. I stayed at Georgia’s house, curled up in her room, shivering from the frightening events of the night before. She ended up going to work, worriedly leaving me behind. Her mom was out of town for the week so I was on my own in her house, but I didn’t want to go home. It was obvious I had been crying, and I didn’t want to face the questions my parents would inevitably ask me.
It was about seven pm. I noticed I had about 30 text messages, 17 missed calls, and 10 voicemails from Harry. None of which, I checked. I couldn’t bare myself to hear his smug voice on the other end. I was beyond embarrassed by the whole situation, and not to mention, I couldn’t get the image of him nearly beating someone to death out of my mind.
His question haunted me as well. He had asked about Caleb, and the ache I felt when he asked was nearly unbearable.
I knew exactly the place I needed to go.
I walked out Georgia’s door, down the road, towards my destination. It had been almost a year since I had been to this place. I looked around the open field, tombstones sticking out everywhere. It had gotten dark, making it hard to see my way around. However, I quickly remembered where the tombstone I was searching for was positioned. I hastened over to it.
I dropped to my knees in front of it, letting out every single emotion possible. I cried for what seemed like hours, but I knew about thirty minutes had passed. I looked at the words that were etched into the stone.
“Here lies Caleb Hart. Beloved Son, Brother, Nephew, and Friend.”
The words stabbed me in the heart, a fresh new wave of tears rolled out.
I started yelling at the tombstone. I was so hurt, I didn’t even care.
“CALEB!!! WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE ME! How could you leave me all alone?! Where are you!? I need you! Please, come back! Please!!! Caleb...I miss you. I can’t believe you’re gone. How could you leave me!? I need you, I want you here. I have no one else to go to. I’m scared. Please...please come back...” I pleaded at the tombstone.

I screamed when I felt a warm hand placed on my shoulder.
I began to cry out in fear when I saw who the hand belonged to.

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